The chairman paused, hands still resting on the table.
"The military representative and the noble representative may tell the council about the developments."
Two figures rose from the center table.
The military representative was broad across the shoulders with a weathered face and a scar running from temple to cheek, moving like a soldier even in his civilian dress, spine rigid and hands already forming fists at his sides.
The noble representative stood more slowly, taller and thinner, wearing robes that probably cost more than some mayors' annual salaries, his face smooth and ageless with his dark hair swept back.
The military representative spoke first, his voice sharp.
"We already warned this council that the elves couldn't be trusted."
His fist hit the table.
BANG
The noble representative's eyebrow lifted fractionally.
